Open Lab

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

*Sara is seated at her desk, grading various papers, reading trashy romance novels, drinking coffee and finishing some research.*

*If any students need to make up assignments, now would be a very good time to do so.*

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[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

That's...fine with me. *Slowly smiling herself.* Where did you want to go? What should I wear?

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

His face quickly falls, "I... have no idea," he admits. "I'm already fucking this up, this must be some kind of world record." And you know the answer to that.

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

If it were completely smooth sailing, given our record, I'd be suspicious. It's all right. *Thinks for a bit.* We could have dinner here, and go for a walk before it gets too late. This weekend, maybe?

It's too cold for the leather.

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

"I have my treatment this weekend; I might not be up for a walk. I could cook, though, Sunday maybe?"

Stupid winter. I guess that also rules out a few other suggestions I had in mind.

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

Sounds good. And I'll come by and help wrap your arm. *Grinning--almost goofily.*

Oh come on, I'm not *that* easy.

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

"This was... a lot easier than I ever thought it would be," he notes in an almost clinical manner, lost in his own thoughts for a moment even though he still holds her gaze.

Crosses a few things off the mental list with a frown. *snerk*

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

Aren't the best things supposed to be? *Her tone is steady, even if her mind is going what just happened?.*

Rewards come to those with patience.

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

"Thank you, Sara," he says seriously.

"I should probably go, class," he gestures to the door with his thumb. Both of them know his class doesn't meet for a little while, but he needs time to process.

Tease.

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Enjoy your class. *Smiling and making herself stay seated.*

*Innocent*

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

Digging up his last little scrap of impulsive behavior for probably the next ten years, Grissom grabs his things and walks around her desk to stand next to her, leaning over and planting an awkward little kiss on her forehead. "Bye," he mutters as he turns tail and quickly exits.

As if

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

*Sara most emphatically does Not Squeal after he leaves. Nor does she touch her forehead wistfully.*

[ooc: Er, yay?]

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